(First of the '2017' poems.)

It's Friday the Thirteenth

But it's not what it seems

It was supposed to be good for me

It was kinda neutral

A monster's funeral

Nobody cares that she died

I'm caged by anger

Fueled by something stronger

A deadly dose of hate

Oh, what a nasty fate...

I'm all alone now

My Love out of reach for now

Pain is all I feel right now

I'm not getting stronger

Only wronger

Results worse than I thought

I caused pain and misery

It fired back at me

Only ten times worse than before

But despite the sadness

I have good to add to this

I can still keep up my smile

It keeps away heartache

Even if it's fake

At least you feel better later on

Depending on point of view

I'm different to you

It changes randomly

But now I must go

Dear diary, you must know

That you helped me a lot over here

By listening to my fears...

Until it disappears...